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lol
that was awesome Newbie! that nun and father joke. lol
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An old man, Mr. Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a nursing home.
One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked if there was anything wrong. "Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My Private Part died today, and I am very sad." Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my condolences. The following day, Mr. Goldstein was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out his pyjamas, when he met Nurse Tracy. "Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that.. Please put your Private Part back inside your pyjamas." But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, "I told you yesterday that my Private Part died." "Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pyjamas?" "Well, he replied, "Today's the viewing."
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That's what I thought... Just posting it for the lesser minded people... :p
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Thank you for the mental image of an old man's penis... I think I'm going to puke now.
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Wuss !
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No... I just prefer mine younger... I can take the mental image of a younger man's penis. I just don't dig old guys... Sorry. :p
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You'll have to one day... ewwwwwww.
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Well I don't have to worry about that for a long while. Unless I'm raped by some old guy... if he can get it up. :D Psssst!!! - So will you ;)
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I have a picture of my penis in the attic so no matter how old I get it never ages.
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